The woman watched me admiring my beauty and said, “Madam please wear this robe.”I put on a robe and they took me to the makeup table. I was seated...on it. Again the lady came and she did my eyebrows, gave them very sexy shape, applied foundation on face, eyeliner and mascara on eyes, blush on cheek, lipstick lip gloss lip liner on my pouting lips. I was using all these for first time. I was admiring my beauty in the vanity mirror.Suddenly she told me to remove my bra panty again. I did so and. He was growing by leaps and bounds. He had, in 4 months, more than doubled his birth weight. Tin Lizzie, as they had called Tod and Betty's baby, (she was NEVER quiet) had just missed doubling HER weight. Most babies slept for 18 to 20 hours a day for most of their first year. She barely slept 14 to 16 hours a day. She loved being in Mommy"s, Daddy's, or big brother Sam's arms, and had to be THERE to be put to sleep. Tod AND Betty had been amazed at Sam's reaction. They had thought he was good. .I have never really taken the liberty of fantasizing on this site...until now. I mean, really, if others can do it why not I? If other people can write stories about living out every line of some sixties song, and someone else can fantasize about making love to 'Little Wing' while Jimmy Hendrix plays on, why can't I? Really...so, I started to fantasize. I mean, it is no secret guys think about sex, so it is not so unlikely I can come up with a fantasy. I thought about it long and hard. What. .shy. And I realize I probably do, too. God we're pathetic. "That was fucking incredible," I admit, and he smiles. "That was the point," he whispers in my ear and gives me a chaste kiss, pulling himself out of me. "And now I need to go to work,” he says with a sigh and starts finding clothes. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” I reply sitting up. “For how long?” I ask. Then mentally slap myself. Why the fuck does it matter? “Not sure. Something’s fucking broken again. I wasn't paying much attention,” he.